there is no place for us in this turning world

we’re like the sadness of an ocean

we’re both the nearest waves and the farthest shores

and they’ll never ever really begin to understand



there is no time for us on this spinning earth

today, tomorrow is set in motion

and though we might be living in our finest hour

they could never ever really begin to understand



the world is not in our hands to hold

we are ultradust caught in its spin and flux

all the while, revolving perpetual

dreaming, waiting to break free



there is no place for us in this turning world

we’re like the sadness of an ocean

we’re both the nearest waves and the farthest shores

and they’ll never ever really begin

they could never ever really begin

they will never ever really begin to understand